[Verse 1: MF DOOM]
I sip a hot tea, watchin' Archie flip on Meathead
And left the page Rip Torn writin' what the beat said
On the mic he's heat-red, ghetto and street-bred
All crooked D.T.s and feds can eat
Lead, wheat, and gluten free, he is who he is, is who he be
Mind your biz for me
It could even help you in the long run
What good's a song if the jawn's no fun, son?
Shogun, invisible armor level 5
Couldn't penetrate the bomber with your llama, stay alive
Playin' jive, beamin' on thе telemetry
Old еnough to be your uncle, prime time MC
Although prefer the term "rhymer", third-timer
Slurred word primer, dime a mama
And make sure it stay tight, it's only right
Own the daylight and the night life, they bite trife
From thug to bug to happy-go-lucky shit
Ask him, do he really give a fuck-shit? Tuck it
No ice bucket list, suck it
Struck a nugget, duck, kid

[verse 2 Kurious]